"jills" poems
False mood enhancing pills and miscounted tills
Cracking windowsills and burning windmills
Long forgotten skills and justified kills
Overflowing landfills and spreading chemical spills
Freezing chills and oil-stained gills
Empty grills and shredded hundred dollar bills
Cheap family wills and expensive thrills
Broken Jacks and shattered Jills
All of these **** still.
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 8:48 PM UTC
Ice cakes stick like
Bricks on Brownstones
And Brooklyn sidewalks,
Strangling Michellins
And mice in polar death grips;
Suspending alternate parking
Indefinitely...
Street sweepers sleep by the Bay
Dreaming of spring
And summer's stifling heat;
Garbage piles rise to the sky
From graves of snow
A stray cat named Rufus
wrapped in extra layers
Of fat
And black fur,
Streaks into the night,
Looking for love
And mice...
Two hookers in heels
Case the block
Flashing random Johns
And Jills
For 10-dollar thrills
Salt, shovels and greased elbows
Battle ice and snow
And frozen mountains grow
In the aftermath,
Strangling Michellins
And mice in polar death grips...
For Rufus...
~ Pablo (#ASCNR)
2/19/2014
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 8:38 AM UTC
The world of today is as crazy as hell
Over populating cemeteries and prisons as well
I don’t know, can I go for a day or a minute
Without the possibility of another getting in it
I don’t mean to judge, but the love, I don’t see it
Seems we're keen to get it on, if I'm wrong, then so be it
Now, if you’re reaching this consensus, then the well runs deep
That the world has its issues and the people got beef
The government getting swoll from the toll off the backs
Of the Johns and the Janes, and the Jills and the Jacks
What we earn in return is a zero and a nothing
As the politicians lie, because it’s all about the fronting
Putting on airs for the world and a camera
Need a glass of water, cause their tongues’ got stamina
Smiling real pretty, cool posing in relief
But, the world has its issues and the people got beef
Oops, did he stutter, when he uttered an explicit
Live at five; another political statistic
**** if we do, **** if we don’t; really
Now, enter Uncle Trump; yeah; this is getting silly
He’s rolling out his plan, but see, the Congress ain’t buying
He’s an amateur, a fruitcake, and won’t stop lying
But, it’s not about you and it’s about me
See, the world has its issues and the people got beef
Who the hell are our enemies; and don’t you understand it
That the Russians and the Chinese are rolling up the planet
Kim is just a fat boy, playing in his backyard
ISIS is so over, and Assad is just a ******
Too much time on the swans and the bulls
When we need to get a handle on the weasels and wolves
The terrorist not withstanding, we’re gotta have peace
Cause the world has its issues and the people got beef
The Chinese are smiling and are as friendly as cobras
Ready to attack, when you bend your *** over
Russians are aggressive, but, sly as a fox
Two-faced as a ****** and as ***** as socks
Bottom line, I think its time to put faith to the test
Put diplomacy in a coma, cause it’s time to flex
Raise the bar and push them hard; show we're knocking out teeth
Because the world has its issues and the people have beef
Grab the big stick and leave the Twitter alone
Release the forces, scrap the voices, leave the weaklings at home
The strategies are on point and our forces are primed
Put an end to the posturing and the wasting of time
Time to command, not to pander, Mr Commander-in-Chief
Cause the world has its issues and the people got beef
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 9:40 AM UTC
my name is jane ,though i am quite plain , im more than enough, to drive you insane.
my name is john , i hit the **** on stage i dance ,wearing janes thong.
my name is claire , my beuty is rare, but its not enough , john dont care.
my name is jill , and i get a thrill , when jack gooses me , and i roll down the hill .
my name is jack , love jills rack, a lil sqeeze and shell be in the sack !
Feb 2, 2020
Feb 2, 2020 at 2:01 AM UTC
*I'm watching the red lights of an airplane
One of its passengers notice the glow
of a tiny brick house with a man at the window , his thoughts
are training , his creativity sailing , his passion for
midnight poetry waning , his demons complaining
The volume of thought fading
It's really no different from all the other homes
All the other Jills and Johns , the would-be vagabonds
The starving music minstrels , we're just tag-alongs ,
trying to decipher right from wrong , standing in
the corporate soup line for our bowl to be filled
Mouths agape like baby birds , a spool of film repeating
act one of a movie , some nerd gets the girl , the milkmaid
becomes queen , a Hollywood hunk saves the world
Fly on jet airliner , may your occupants find life's pearl
Clarity in the daily whirl , the worm in the bottom of the Tequila bottle
Send them safely to their families full throttle* ...
Oct 29, 2016
Oct 29, 2016 at 12:53 AM UTC
I feel it slipping—
Like sand through fingers
On the beach in my soul
Where the tide rages
And birds cannot find
Any food to eat
Because all that was planted
Is rotten
And all that was found
Was forgotten.
I feel it falling—
Like a man from the roof
Of his damnable house
When he feels he cannot
Take it anymore;
Where the birds sing their
Strangled songs
And sinners try to
Right their wrongs.
I feel it sliding—
Like an oil slick
On a gravel road
In the forests of my mind
Where children hide
Their broken smiles,
And jacks and jills
Roll down the hills
And secrets slide
From lips so wide
To ears so near they hear it clear.
I feel it breaking—
Like the ***** windows
In that damnable house
With finger prints
And drawings traced
By finger tips
Upon the panes of glass
Which shutter in the
Windy night
And whisper that it’s
All alright.
I feel it fading—
Like a fire waning
In the night
Beneath the stars
That burn so bright
And in the humid
Summer air
I know that it’s too late
To care;
But I feel it breaking
Snapping, shaking…
My sanity slipping from my grasp
Is getting way too hard to clasp.
It’s gone.
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 12:47 AM UTC